happy, sad

Isn't there an easy way to say goodbye?

So ends my 3 month stint at my first job. I know that I am working my way up the corporate ladder, but then I couldn't help but be a bit sad with the fact that I'd be technically leaving the people who made my work at the spa easier.

The therapists (especially Mommy Sheila and Mommy Elvie), who never failed to make my day a bit brighter with their wacky antics and anecdotes. Ate Jenny, my "PA", who always lends a hand when things get a tad toxic. Mia and her trademark kakulitan as well as kabaklaan episodes. Going home would be different without our kwentos. Bep, with her bulging belly, and her endless teasing every time Carlo, my boyfriend, calls me at work. But what I'd most miss is my sisterly, Happy. Her charming smile, never-ending support, nightly text marathons, and the brotherly kwentos.

Goodbyes are so damn hard.

sound advice

Hard-earned lesson for today:

Needing someone to make you feel better is NOT a bad thing.



It's comforting and humbling to know that someone would gladly be your shock absorber. That someone would be willing (and even volunteer) to absorb your verbal insults just so you'd feel better. That someone would try everything in his power to take those blues away. And then letting you know that after all the ranting and bitching, seeing you smile simply made his day.

thank you.

v-day

While most people are preoccupied with their Valentine dates and such....

I was busy talking to my boss, calmly stating my reason for resigning.

My stay at the spa has been a good one. I have been blessed with a healthy working relationship with competent colleagues, and a hands-on supervisor who willingly trained me into being a more efficient worker.

As to why I'm leaving, I've been given a chance to work at a multinational media company, an application that I've been waiting for God knows how long. Believe me, getting an interview schedule was already a plus, but being shortlisted is an indescribable feeling. Opportunity knocks only once.

I will always and forever be thankful to my first job, as it allowed me to grow as a person, and further established my work ethic.

This is only the beginning - a new challenge.

I have to prove myself worthy of my second job.

one day short, but what the heck? :)

So it's you

I've been waiting for so long

So it's you

Where were you all along?

Very special moments

These will always be with me

We are here

You and I

We belong

happy happy happy happy monthsary baby. :)

random thought

I met up with my high school friends last Saturday as one of them celebrated her job promotion.

Imagine us celebrating one's job promotion? How very mature..... and unlike us. :p

I guess I'm still a bit shocked over the fact that we weren't those high school girls anymore. That we are living in the "real life" so to speak, learning to get by and making our own rules (most of the time).

It's funny how when you're in your teenage years, you cannot wait to grow up and be your own person. You share an idealistic view on living your life in a certain way, fiercely independent from your parents, and being responsible for your own actions. But when you finally reach that grown up stage, you would find yourself thinking and wishing to be back in those days of living the carefree life, not thinking what the next day would bring. You suddenly long for your parents' guidance and support, and the empathy from others should you commit a mistake.

Maybe people are complicated (in a way) like that. Maybe that's what makes life a journey worth living.